#coroner
I am huddled in the coroner,
a little beast within a man,
And when at night he studies bodies,
I come out,
now and again.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
The sun is shining, games not played
only the dog walkers parade
Morale declining children pining
This is the plague decade.
Key workers nervously
bravely give service
while others wait
to discover their fate.
Watching wretched news
numbers are rising
much televising
loves no one would choose.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC
coronavirus
coronary episode—
coroner report
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
the word reciprocation
died of an unnatural death
it so required an in kind
responsive breath
too few understood
the dire straits it was in
not ever being returned
mutual oxygen's kin
as a consequence of the term
never receiving air
there ended the life
of its courteous fair
the coroner's dictionary
apportioned blame
at the feet of they who
knew not the name
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
A private party
Etudes
People around me
Vanity and beauty
From where I sat
A glow of hope
In an ashen sky
Abandoned arguments
Reviews and dismal news
Changing moods
Pauses for profanity
Shadows and reality
Simulacrums
Patented predictions
Solemnity and sorrow
Corpses for the coroner
Silence.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC